Henry went to Los Angeles.
And he thought that the city was heaven-sent.
Until he had to work three jobs just to pay his rent.
He loved the beautiful beaches and sun.
But all the high prices were no fun.
So he decided to just leave.
And go back to the country life.
And his hound dog full of fleas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned poem. Truly fascinating.....10+++